Okay, so I was feeling pretty crappy yesterday. Like stay in my pajamas the whole day crappy. Needless to say, I didn't do anything. And to make matters worse, I started to feel like I was accountable to my blog for not doing anything. I thought I had hit a low with "I watched TV", (Christopher was super needy and sad, and I was coming down with whatever sunk my ship yesterday so watching Dora and comforting my baby was something indeed) However, I've really got nothing to say for yesterday. I had planned to be productive, but, well...
get dressed? no
make bed? no
take a shower? uh, no comment.
do dishes? laundry? ha ha.
go to the bank? Costco? the post office? no, no, and no.
make dinner? thank heavens for an understanding husband who took the initiative to make chicken tacos.
Take down the Christmas tree? still there along with all the other Christmas decor.
go to the gym? yeah, right.
I can't even say I spent the day with a good book.
I did however sleep in until 9:30, drive my kids to their music lessons and brush my teeth. And learn how to play a new kind of solitaire game on John's ipod. I won like 12 times. That's a well spent day for ya.
And I am irritated that I can't just be sick and tired and lazy and that's okay- but no, I had a genius Idea at one in the morning (I realize the time stamp says 12 am, but it's an hour off) and so now I am holding myself accountable on a daily basis, and it is totally backfiring, because I thought that by saying something positive, it would help my attitude, but now I am totally irritated about the whole thing. So let's just call that experiment a failure and get on with life. Whew! Glad that is over!